rules

here i expurgate, i liberate - i i i
catharticise - and that's no word to be reminded of
when you've worked hard at forgetting
the beans, the hard worn seams of the clothes
that you wish no-one upon and back.

you do not wish

(ties part of sock onto some kind of D I Y'er)
floats possibilities in Cork, New York Glengarry and Dundalk
)

thinks:

"ah y bastards - come for me now? ---- the midges and the sacred cows"

before the fifth and final loss.

then, wanting for tents,

baffles inwards

gives up for lent

that song by the pogues that no one knows

- wicked.

------

Blimey, pardon me, not sure where that came from.

Although I did wake up this morning understanding every word the wood pigeons said - which could explain something.